Proposal
disclaimer: I do not own P.O.T.O.
The next day, Erik and Christine spent most of their time singing. Erik sat at the organ and Christine sang whatever he told her to. Later, he asked if she would like to go up to the roof of the opera house. They both went up and looked over the edge of the roof. Paris sparkled beneath them. Erik sat Christine down and started fumbling with his thumbs.
''Christine..I...uh-''
''Yes, Erik?''
''Well, I..uh...wi-will...'' he let out a sigh. ''Will you marry me?''
He pulled out a small velvet box and opened it. Inside was the ring Raoul had given Christine, but Erik had stolen it from her. Christine's eyes lit up and she felt tears of happiness well up in her eyes.
''Oh, Erik! Yes, I will marry you!'' she threw her arms around him and he whirled her around. She saw tears of happiness in his eyes and she kissed him.
''I wanted to ask you onstage, but I just couldn't.'' Erik told her as he hugged her. Christine thought about it and and felt guilty for ripping off his mask.
''Erik, I-''
''No, don't be sorry. It wasn't your fault. It was just the curiousity inside of you.'' he somehow knew what she was thinking. He whirled her around again and they both laughed. He loved it when she laughed. It sounded so sweet and beautiful. It was just like her singing. They chased eachother around the roof playfully together until they both fell down exhausted. They both laughed againand made their way down to the lair. They both sang as they walked.
Say you'll share with
me one
love, one lifetime . . .
say the word
and I will follow you . . .
Share each day with
me, each
night, each morning . . .
Their voices faded as they walked down the corridors. Erik was happy that it was him singing that with Christine, now. Christine felt so happy to be with Erik again. She loved him so much. Then, she remembered that Erik had to stay off of his leg for a while. They got back and sat on the organ bench together. Christine put the ring on and smiled. She felt so happy.
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